'What the fuck, Max? What part of go and get some eggs sounded to you like go and get the whole damn chicken?'
'Ah but what did you tell me earlier? Give a man a fish and you can feed him for a day. Show a man how to fish and you can feed him for a lifetime. Now we can fish them out of the hen house instead of fishing for them at the shops every week.'
Max looked so pleased with himself that Miranda's fingers started to twitch. Maybe she could wring the bird's neck instead and serve her up as cassoulet. She looked at the creature. She received a beady look in return. She could tell that they weren't going to be best of friends. Max stroked the hen in delight.
'It's not a puppy, Max.'
He continued grinning inanely.
'Fine. But she's your smelly bird to deal with' she huffed, stomping off. There was only so much effort she was going to go to for some eggs.